Fuck. Yes.
Color creeps up her body, those perfect nipples get even more erect.
“Oh. Just-like-that. Justlikethat!”
She fists the sheets, gasping my name like a prayer and a curse all wrapped up in one.
“Diesel—” Her voice breaks, and her legs are tremblingnow, chasing what I won’t give her just yet. Tonight she comes with me deep, marking what’s mine, skin to skin, heart to heart.
I won’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER 25
All goes quiet as Diesel settles over me, shielding me with his body, kissing my temple, my forehead, murmuring my name.
I’m already floating, my heart feels too big for my chest as he rocks gently from side to side. Settling into the cradle of my legs.
This feels right.
Everything about him fills up some part of me I didn’t know was empty. Until him.
“Lord, you feel good below me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, guiding his cock up and down, teasing me open.
When he dips his mouth to mine, I take his tongue deep, the same place the veiny length of him was moments ago.
He pushes inside of me and the whimper he causes hangs at the base of my throat.
Oh. Yes. He’s huge.
“Fuck, River. That’s a tight little heaven you’ve got there.” He groans, shifts, catches my thigh with his hand, pulls, and hooks my leg over his elbow.
Spreading me wide open.
“Oh my god,” I gasp when he strokes into me.
“That’s…deep,” I moan.
“Mmm hm. That’s me hard as steel for you.”
He strokes again, my head pitches back and a sound tears out of me that’s never formed inside me before.
“You take me so good,” he whispers against my neck. Biting, sucking as he braces himself on his left elbow. Keeping up that slow glide of his cock in places I didn’t know existed.
He works me up ’til I’m crying out with every stroke, our bodies jammed against the headboard, skin slick against each other.
Then he shocks a gasp out of me by pulling out.
“No!”
“Yes,” He flips me over on all fours, jerks my hips back against his. “Tell me what you need.”
“This. I need you.”
He groans, plants his hand on the bed next to mine, lowers his body over mine, slick skin against my back and pushes inside.
My hips tilt automatically, dragging a groan out of him. Every thrust goes deeper, harder.
The slamming force jostles my breasts, makes my breath catch.
